I rode away thinking of what I need
I stopped at the beach knowing what I forgot
Days are filled, I don’t ride
Memories flood, the dreams melting
Our emotions as I talk silently to you
During the day leaning against old
Hearing you in the distance
Leaves me standing as standing
Before the choice again
To renew each other a new
Then I will ride and remember
I love you.
That blinky light so dinky
Keeps me squinty
When I see you across the road
I’ll give you wider berth
For such narrow girth
As a bike at night on the road
Those blinky lights at night
Flashy pattens make a sight
Like random fire flies exploding
In the twilight. I am glad
To see those blinky lights you’ve had
So I don’t run you over
There is something intimate about slipping off my shoe
Handing it to a man who carefully adjusts it cleat
While standing in wisps of clothing
Embarrassed at my untanned ankle
Exposed in the process
I drive by the banners newly strapped to the guard rails
A race ready presentation for a cycling fondo.
I am stirred to reflect as if one of the thousands who will go by.
Latter I push myself, and race to that swopping dip in the road.
It comes and all I see is the road and gravel to avoid, the banners
Flicker past the eyes and are gone, with no emotion to the context
Of my stirred imagination, or that there will be an event tomorrow.
On the way back I roll up the hill and read the repeating names of sponsors
But only hoping I can find another rider on the simple road.
The fondo calls for thousands, thousands come and that makes it grand.
The Sun shines, my wheels turn
I smile with tunes in my head
Breathe free from exhaustion
Dreams stretch out before me
As the road moves under my spinning feet
Exciting, enticing, pungent, pervasive
Spirit grows in abundance.
Rainy days rainy nights
pass by and if you are lucky
it will rain so hard you laugh
and wash the grit away.
no spot will be dry and if it were
it would only be bothersome.
by far the worst of rain
is a drizzle that keeps you
perpetually damp, gritty with dirt,
the rain jacket rains your sweat
back on to you, never escaping.
better to leave for waiting or walking
the hearty fall of drenching drops
And to lick your lips and quench the tongue
is a smile of liquid sunshine in a warm wind
She speaks up often calling to be cared
He was fine and sleek, now shows wear
The same feel piques the senses in the bumpy
Roads of life, and she smooths them over at times.
I can inflate the sense of worth, with a puff of air
With eyes closed, still feel the smoothness
I will dream of him between my legs, and marvel
At how happy I can feel all sweaty and tired even sore
And do it again, then rest and feed, only to tickle the urge
So freely desired.
New rubber, old hands, tight nuts, I understand
I’m asleep, awake and she is in my mind, I may
Just be walking or holding, and look forward to washing
The dirt, the sweat, the salty residue of our exertion together
Is it no wonder my bike is hung on the wall?